#real food for dogs

[epiphainie]

this is one of those fic ideas i wanted to write for every ship i've ever been into so it will probably never happen but i'd like to have a silly story with 40 yo, single, lonely tommy kinard who's been down on his luck all his life - like i'm talking ridiculous levels of mom dying at childbirth, dad being terrible, horrifically unfortunate experience of the military, a series of failed jobs, a series of failed relationships, friendships never sticking for long, risks he takes always going south, somehow getting paper cuts through chainmail gloves, missing the bus while trying to avoid his daily encounter with the neighbor's dog etc. - one day opening the door of his downtrodden studio apartment to this beautiful man who stands there like a fucking angel. who looks at tommy with big apologetic eyes, red cheeks of shame, and twiddling thumbs of guilt and stutters, "so, uhm, i wish you didn't have to learn it this way but hi, i'm the guardian angel who, as it turns out, misplaced your files about four decades ago, and so uhm it just resurfaced, haha, and like yeah, i've been banished here for penance. i'll take the couch, it's fine."

[serpentface]

are the talking crows still around? what are They doing while all this drama is going on around them in the world

Mostly doing their own crow things and not commonly having direct and mutual interactions with other sophonts. They're similar to yotici in the capacity that they have Very different modes of living than most other sophonts, and they generally are not recognized as 'People' in the same sense as humans, elowey, qilik, caelin, and delkhin. However, (given their strategic and intelligent capacity for word mimicry) talking crows tend to be comprehended as unique magical animals or spirits, or are not recognized as a distinct type of entity but rather feed into broader corvid folklore (as they are very difficult to visually distinguish from many common crows).

They make a few appearances in Whitecalf as small flocks of crows trailing the pilgrimage, picking at its food supplies and occasionally scavenging on its dead. This is a family unit of talking crows that has suffered heavily in the drought, with very few of their chicks surviving infancy and even some of the healthiest adults dying of thirst and starvation. They have recognized this mass movement of big two legged people as a source of potential sustenance, and are very persistent and skilled in keeping themselves fed.

In-text they may come off as an ambiguous, possibly magical element (or partially hallucinatory) from the character POVs, due to them going from a mundane presence indistinguishable from common crows to them uttering dire threats in clear and fluent Wardi. This is very unsettling and hard to reconcile for most who witness this, but is actually just a learned method of taking advantage of beliefs in corvids as ill omens to frighten off or distract targets while another crow snatches bits of food or a nice wineskin.

[little-pup-pip]

Hii I would like to request a pastel, masc/gender neutral, animal crossing board with no paci n 5-8 age :3

Here you go!!

[artem1sc0re]

Idk who’d want this or would want to see this in their day

But Aiden Pearce with banana bread

Also do you guys like edits if so I’ll just serve this on the side

[ruegarding]

I think it's a strange retcon, especially since Mrs O'leary is supposed to have some role in wotg? Apparently? So where do they even go from there? Percys, in such a bad place he can't take care of his own dog anymore? Just like everything Percy ever has, she gets taken and given to someone else?

oh yeah, you're right! i completely forgot that she was supposed to be in it. yeah, this is not looking great...maybe it means percy will have a reaction that someone will notice and he can finally get the attention he needs...my hopes for this are low. but not zero!

[inamagicalhallucination]

did i already share it? well ill share it again ig

dazai after oda's death wandering around yokohama, a mess becuz someone so precious to him died, unable to understand the very human feelings he's feeling, perhaps feeling something so strongly for someone for the first time (at least whilst being aware that he is)

its night time now and he's crumpled up in some alley way not knowing what to do or how to process anything when someone calls out to him

he ignores it

they come near him

he reaches for his gun, angry at being approached by who ever the fuck-

"are you okay?" the voice asks, and dazai's so caught off guard even tho he shouldnt be - there r only two ppl after all - ppl who dont care and ppl who ask if ur okay to pretend that they do

oda was always an exception

he thinks he says fine and that should be the end of it and it is becuz the voice leaves and dazai tries to go back to breathing

except it comes back a while later with the familiar rustle of plastic bags and suddenly someone's in front of him, not touching, but close enough dazai cant ignore him, his hand tightens on his gun

"you look like you havent eaten" and in front of him, in a plastic bag, riceballs, water, and napkins

he stares

"you're well dressed" the voice says "so you probably have somewhere to go to" he doesnt "but you look hurt, covered in blood. if it was one of my students i would want someone to help them"

when dazai looks up the person in front of him doesn't look older than him

he's got long blond hair tied up, glasses, dressed in a black button up, a tan coat, and a stern look on his face

"i dont" dazai says even though he doesnt know why he's telling this strange man anything - but its true he has no where to go (chuuya's? but something stopped him before he could; ango's? that... if ango had been here... maybe oda wouldn't have-)

"dont what" dazai doesn't reply but the man seems to understand - his face falters for a second

"youngins these days, they never plan out anything. why would you spend money on expensive looking clothes and not rent out a place? my first priority was an apartment! i bought non necessary clothes after" the man scolds gesturing to his coat, dazai wants to reach for his gun again "whatever, you can stay with me for the night - i have a spare couch! this is a one time thing though! you better rent out a hotel room tomorrow!"

dazai stares at him in surprise, at his offer, his contradictory tone, voice, and words or simply the fact that someone can show such... kindness - dazai isnt sure

he doesn't remember agreeing - but he must have

must have agreed and followed the man back to his apartment, must have cleaned up the blood (odaodaoda) in his bathroom, must have eaten his food, drank his water and fallen asleep on his couch because thats where he is in the morning

its still dark out when dazai wakes up in an unfamiliar place and remembers the man

he has a feeling that the man will scold him for not immediately finding a place but let him stay for longer, but he cant stand to be here any longer

he needs to leave

go far far away from oda, the mafia, this man who showed him kindness for no reason as if oda was still here watching, making sure - he needs to go

there's only a brief hesitation when he sees the man's coat, so familiar to the one oda wears, hanging by the door, easy to grab and leave

he doesn't feel guilt when he takes it with him

he thinks of the man a few times here and there in the two years he spends wandering, waiting

he meets him again eventually, walking into the ada office with a fake backstory - he's there with the person he was told was the boss

when he looks over his eyes linger on the coat, a touch of something but not recognition

this is fine with dazai who puts on his best happy mask

"hey there! i'm here for a job interview! my name's dazai"

"Ah yes. My name is Fukuzawa, I am the president of the Agency. This is one of my employees, your future coworker if it all works out, Kunikida"

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Kakashi cleans his home

Cannonly from what we see of his apartment in the manga, it’s clean and organized

Kakashi knows how to cook. Even if it’s just as a kid he knows how to take care of himself. He also knows how to eat and feed himself, as we see him pushing veggies to Naruto reminding him of their necessity to his health

I know people like to pretend the depression makes people incapable of caring for themselves or doing anything, but that’s not the case. That’s how it affects some people, not all people

Stop pushing your misunderstandings onto a character that is shown in Cannon to not act at all in the way that you think a depressed person should

[fredbydawn]

realized it's funny that i watched these two after falling down the rabbit hole and gave them the same rating when they're very different movies, like one is about a character getting to explore taboo elements of their sexuality and desires that most people sought out cuz of a scene which is centered on the ass of a male Saw actor, and the other is Delta of Venus

[fuckyeah-bears]

whhhhyyyyyyyyy is everything sooooo motherfucking expensive????? don’t they know I can’t afford all this shit???

[boxheadpaint]

<-Human hummingbird

[benetnvsch]

Hey… imagine Kunikida reuniting with rozuko,,,

[hauntingblue]

Gear 5 luffy's laugh is so contagious I just hear the drums and go insane how does this work. What did he do to me

[dinosaurwithablog]

I got a bunch of very cool real cheeses in NY!!!

I have grated some pecorino romano and some Parmesan reggiano!!!! Ah, the fragrance is amazing. The flavor is sublime!! Then I made some pasta and hung it over a broomstick like the old Italian ladies used to do in the neighborhood. As you can see, Petey is looking forward to this as much as I am!! I'm making homemade fettuccine Alfredo with chicken and broccoli tonight!!! Mmmmmmmm ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ I can't wait to see the difference in my Alfredo sauce using the real cheeses instead of the packaged cheese from the store. I might be ordering a lot of these cheeses online from now on. They smell sooooooo great!!!! 😁😊😍🥰😋

[roman-roy-apologist]

i love you animal symbolism

[butchsquatch]

hey cyberpunk 2077 players: what does your V eat? what are their eating habits?

[unsurprisinglyren]

Help me, I've been temporarily afflicted with Hannigram. It will pass, but my sleep schedule will never recover. (I stayed up until four in the morning to read a fic)

I've faced worse (I'm always fighting in the wincest trenches) but if you happen to have any fic recs I would greatly appreciate them. Anyway, I'm going to try to salvage what little time I have left before I will inevitably be dragged out of bed in the morning by my dog. By which I mean that I am going to sleep. Goodnight, and may you never be cursed with the dreaded writer's block again. *Passes out*

Ayyy! ☜╮(´ิ∀´ิ☜╮) Been there, done that! And I happen to have a few fic recommendations for you, lovely!! Happy reading! 😏

Will vaguely remembered falling. Or maybe it just felt that way. For a span all he could recall was plummeting into the darkness and cold. So maybe he had just imagined it. He’d slipped into unconsciousness so many times over the years, and each instance had been possessed of its own sensation. Freezing. Sinking. Being swallowed. Burning alive. But this had definitely felt like falling, with the unmistakable bone-rending crush of icy cold water at the bottom.

So maybe they had fallen together over that eroding cliff into the arms of the Atlantic.

The cliff.

They… he and Hannibal...

It's been weeks since the Fall. Since Will had leaned against him, the wild scent of blood thick and cloying on the air, and had taken them from the top of the cliffs. And for every second of every day since, Hannibal has been calmly dealing with the fallout of his decision that night: Life over death. Will had intended them to die, had allowed himself a moment of weakness, of desperation. Perhaps the last act of an exhausted soul. Yet Hannibal had denied him.

[Slow burn exploration of Hannibal and Will's developing relationship post-fall/season 3. Possible triggering graphics at the start of each chapter. Blood, gore etc. but canon for the show]

(Also I don’t know why the title etc is not showing up properly in the link but I think it’s because the fic is locked to registered users only, but it should still work!)

In his mind, the fall lasts a small eternity. In reality, it's maybe two seconds.

Will and Hannibal go over the cliff, just like they planned.

Picks up where the finale ends, fills in all the blanks of the last episode, and continues through to their new life as Murder Husbands. My version of a fix-it fic.

❤️❤️